Dear Fable

Today, you are four months old. I can't believe how much you've already grown. You've gone from a sleepy little newborn to a joyful little baby. You love sitting up (with support, of course) and looking out at the world. You chew on everything - your hands, your blanket, your toy, my hair. Tonight you were sitting on my leg, trying to lean in to chew on my shirt. Your daddy and I couldn't stop laughing - again and again you'd throw yourself forward, mouth open wide. It was the cutest thing ever.

You still love sitting in your bouncer chair, and you loooove the activity mat. You kick your legs and make all sorts of noises. You shriek and squeal and coo and babble. I imagine what you're trying to say, and I talk back. We share secrets and tell stories. I narrate our daily life for you. I tell you all about what I'm doing, where we're going, and how to make the chili we're having for dinner. You look at me with those big blue eyes and smile. I tell you that I'll always love you, no matter what. And you can always tell me anything. And if you ever need a ride home from somewhere you weren't supposed to be, you call me. I'll rescue you, no questions asked. Even if you're only 15 and you told me her parents were home and you were going to the movies. You can call me.

Not that you would ever do such a thing, but Fable, I mean it.

xoxo,

Mama